i swear she will sleep anywhere except her own bed
Dear 10-Year-Old Self,
Before you ask me when you have your first kiss or if you’ll ever have a boyfriend, I need to tell you some more important stuff first. What’s more important than a first kiss, you ask? Plenty.
First of all, don’t let that kid in your class, Danny, who called you fat, make you self-consciously wear oversized sweatshirts for the next four years to hide your body. That kid is horrible and years from now he will be boring and bald and trying to get in touch with you to come to the set of the TV show you work on. No, you don’t work on Cheers. That show’s not on the air anymore. That would’ve been awesome, though.
Another thing: Say thank you, always. Gratitude is the closest thing to beauty manifested in an emotion. When you’re grateful, people are attracted to you.
Also: Make sure you appreciate Mom and Dad. Yes, they never seem to let you do anything now except read books. Once you turn 18 you’ll never get to live with them again, and you’ll live far away, and you will miss them so much it hurts.
Next: Learn forgiveness and bestow it generously.
Finally: Don’t let anyone give you any crap. Mastering a balance of these last two will take you a lifetime, so you had better get started now.
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MY TINIEST MUNCHKIN ♡
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Happy Valentine’s Day, followers! This is how I feel about you all <3
Today could have been a bust, just like any other. I got a snow day, but I woke with a migraine. I rented a car to take Polaroid photos, and all of the film jammed (Impossible Project, indeed).
I stopped to say hello to my shadow at the park. Stood in front of Buchanan covered in snow with his same stoic face reading whatever it is he has been reading for so many years. If you ever need a grounding moment, stand in front of a statue in the snow. They never look cold or changed or bothered.
Coffee tastes better when it snows and I love the way everyone in cafes looks up to see someone new enter a place in this weather. We’re all part of it today. Snowflake collectors.
I had fifteen minutes left before my car was due back to its home and I saw an open field in a “bad” neighborhood here in DC. It has been at least six years since my last snow angel, so I parked and ran out into the center. When I popped back up laughing, a UPS man was just passing and shouted, “You made my day!” out at me.
And today could have been a bust, just like any other.